"At the other city gates," an honest-looking, simple young man replied dutifully. He had just set down a sandbag, his face a mask of exhaustion and rain. "The others are at the shelters, reinforcing the doors to prevent any leaks."
This was indeed a very reasonable explanation. The old City Guard was left speechless and could only pace back and forth in the pooling water, cursing. "Damn it, the shelters take priority, that makes sense—but aren't the city gates important too?! When the waves come, this handful of sandbags and rocks won't hold!"
At this very moment, looking down upon Naisel City from the sky, one could see teams of adventurers tearing down houses and using the materials to block the entrances and exits in the city walls.
